Freeway

At first, thought I
A roller-skating rink.
And then I was
A giant's thumb along a ribbon silk.
And after that a marble course
With lighted ropes of emphasis
Strung here and there
With art the signs of exits.

But now, I think
This skating rink
(With me the engined skate)
Is truly a frenetic causeway
For energy escape.

Traveling hither, thither, yon
Bursting molecules fly
The Civics, Mazdas, Subarus
Cannot question why.

For am I not
An electron at heart?
Running from place to place
Being used up, changing
My soul ranging
Down and up and out?